he lumbered down the alley, casting a long stalk of a shadow
hat brim twice over his ears, he whistled a tune
one of those you should know, but can't quite put your finger on
strolling out-of-sight, his image lingered
The photo is street art. It was my muse for this short scribbled poem. The prompt was "stalk." As soon as I read the word, I remembered this picture, snapped on an aimless walk through the Alberta Arts area of Portland.
Did you know there's a really cool word - coddiwomple - that means to travel in a purposeful manner towards a vague destination?
Yeah, a friend shared that with me awhile back, and I've been waiting for an opportune time to use it. Somehow, though, I think it will be worthy of a complete blog, in and of itself.
I find street art to be poignant. It tells a story, even scrawled graffiti.
Where I live, we have an alley dedicated to public art. It's aptly called Tin Pan Alley, and there's a tiny theater that shows offbeat, Indie, Sundance-type films. Anyway, varied art pieces are hung on the walls of the alley, and I can almost see my imaginary character lumbering through, whistling that tune and stopping in to view a spaghetti western.
Choosing to live a coddiwomple life, broadens my experiences and artistry, my originality and wit. I am purposeful in my manner, but curious to see where it will take me.
Moving about aimlessly -
Missy
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